| Magdalena, Chapter 6 It only took one swim meet for Kirsten to realize she was out of her league. Not with the swim team, just with Magdalena. Her team mates weren't surprised as she trounced opponent after opponent. They sat together as a team to cheer on each competitor. When Meg was in the water comments like 'there she goes again' or 'oh my God she's faster than she was last week' were heard continuously. Coach Johnson recognized that the prodigy was only going about three quarter speed in practice. 'There's some stuff I can help her with but I don't have the experience to take her where she needs to go'. When the meet was over Kirsten knew it was time to start making phone calls. Meg had no reason to dawdle after the competition, she was showered and out to where her mom was waiting in less than half an hour. "You were great sweetheart" her mother congratulated and put her arm around the twelve year old's shoulder guiding her into the van. Missus St. Croix had no idea how good her daughter was. When they got home Meg went to her room to rest before dinner. She was tired and exhilarated by her performance and all the praise. She dozed dreaming of the hair trimming session in Coach Johnson's office. It had been a couple of weeks since she'd maneuvered the swim team's leader into the sexual encounter. They hadn't repeated their liaison yet. Miz Johnson had explained that they needed to be very discreet about their extracurricular activities. Truth be told the twelve year old scared the twenty-seven year old coach. Meg of course didn't know the affect she had on Kirsten, at least not the fear part, and she was anxious to continue getting to know the ex-Olympian. This was all Aunt Tammy's fault. Her father's sister had set a fire and then left it to burn on its own. Maybe it wasn't fair to blame it all on the older woman. 'I did flash her and Uncle Rick in the van ... but that was after she'd put on a show for me in the bathroom ... OK so we're both responsible, but I'm only twelve!' Magdalena let her erotic recollections take her to dreamland. In the end it didn't matter who started it, now it couldn't be stopped. Kirsten called her old coach and mentor from her Illinois high school days. Lea had single handedly made her into world class swimmer and now that she had coached Stanford to the number one spot in the nation, Kirsten was sure her friend would know what to do with the enormous potential currently wallowing in obscurity. The black haired novice coach felt an obligation to share her find. She left the voice mail and hoped she hadn't over stated Meg's potential. 'I don't think it's possible to over rate her' Coach Johnson resolved as she hung up the phone. Kirsten was surprised by the profound sadness that over took her. She needed to send her protégé where the opportunity and recognition were, but that meant giving the sweet little darling up. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she entered the results of the meet into her data base. Meg woke up from her nap feeling refreshed, if a little bit sore from her efforts in the pool. After dinner she settled down to watch TV. Over dinner the plans for Sunday had been discussed. Her parents were going visiting again and of course Meg and Adam were invited. When they both declined it came as no surprise. "OK, suit yourselves, but you'll have to order in pizza, because we won't be back until after dark" her mother had cautioned. 'Oh no order pizza for dinner what a disaster' Magdalena chuckled to herself. She was already wondering what she should do with her day of freedom. She continued to turn the opportunity over in her mind as the boring Saturday night movie played on and on. The next morning her parents headed out right after breakfast; leaving the kids with the clean up, like she was going to get any help from her brother. Adam put on a bit of a show until the van was out of the driveway and then he was gone. Meg saw him roll down the driveway on his bike through the kitchen window. It kinda didn't matter because she had never figured out what she was going to do anyway. Her best friend's family was devout Catholic and Sunday was sacred. There was no point in calling Maria. Britney and Emily lived so far away. She didn't think her competition stressed legs were up to the bike ride and the rule was that they couldn't have anyone over when their parents weren't home. One by one her options evaporated. The beautiful bright spring day called to her through the kitchen window as she finished up the dishes. The flannel shorts and tank top that she sometimes wore to bed were good enough for the backyard. She collected her novel and laid out on the lounge just a few feet from her beloved and quite unusable swimming pool. It was barely ten o'clock and Magdalena was amazed at how hot the sun was already. Hearing the splash from next door just made it worse. Knowing that her neighbors were enjoying the cool water the twelve year old was jealous. The Sorensons were about her parent's age, maybe a year or two younger, and had no kids. He worked for a big Swedish multinational company and she worked at something to do with fashion design. They were tall, blonde and very Scandinavian looking. Meg had never really gotten to know them even though they'd lived next door for as long as she could remember. Even her parents only exchanged passing hellos with the Nordic couple. Right now she wished they had a closer relationship so she could ask if she could join them. The high fences around the two properties ensured their privacy and were required by law to keep unauthorized kids out. The enticing sound of the splashing was driving Meg crazy. She knew in a couple of places knots had fallen out of the fence boards and you could probably see through, although she had never bothered. If she'd asked either her father or her brother, she'd have known how good the view was. Unable to resist the allure of the water the preteen crept over to the fence for a peek. There they were, naked. The youngster felt an instantaneous jolt between her legs, which still sore from yesterday's swim meet, suddenly turned to water. She sunk down with her back to the fence hardly believing what she had just witnessed but the image was burned into her brain. For a minute she just sat there getting control of her breathing, and then she had to take another look. Peering through the hole in the wood her eyes confirmed what her brain registered the first time; her neighbors were not swimming. Mister Sorenson was sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet dangling in the water. His wife was standing chest deep in the shimmering blue ripples holding the mammoth pole that was sticking out from between the seated man's legs. The preteen watched in excited amazement as the big pink rod disappeared in the woman's mouth. Missus Sorenson's head moved forward until her nose was touching the curly fuzz around the base of her husband's throbbing erection. At this range Meg could hear the Swede grunt as he kicked his feet. That's where the splashing sound was coming from the girl realized very unnecessarily. The tall blonde pulled back and continued stroking the saliva coated pole up and down with a twisting motion. It looked so big compared to the hand sliding quickly up and down it. Every few strokes the woman leaned forward and took the purple ball at the top in her mouth and dribbled spit down the shaft. She wondered if the Uncle Rick's erection, the one that had rubbed against her thigh a couple of weeks ago, was as big as this one. Thinking about the incidental contact with a hard dick made her little coochie ache though she couldn't imagine anything that big going inside her. Meg felt her pussy throbbing in time with the stroking and even at this distance heard the pop each time the bulb at the top came out of the attentive woman's mouth. Mister Sorenson had been sitting up stroking his wife's hair but now as the pace increased he leaned back on stiff arms. His legs kicked violently and he made a final grunt louder than the rest. The preteen watched in fascination as the pearly white fluid shot high in the air and landed on the semi prone man's hairless chest. The eruption was followed by a second and then a third as the stroking hand slowed. Missus Sorenson took the deflating tool in her mouth and by the way her cheeks pulled in Meg figured that she was sucking really hard. The spent man groaned loudly again as his prostate and testicles begged for mercy. Meg had not noticed the table with the coffee cups and the cordless phone on it between her and the pool, until the phone rang. The sound was so close that she jumped in reflex to the unexpected noise. The phone and the table were in a direct line between her and the loving couple. The woman in the pool looked toward the chirping devise and the girl gasped. It was almost as though their eyes had met. Meg felt her tummy twist into a knot and she spun around holding her breath and sat with her back to the fence again. She heard the faint slapping sound of foot falls on the pool deck as someone approached the annoying sound. When the woman spoke into the phone she was only a three feet away. She said 'Hello' and after a couple of seconds began speaking in another language and walking away. The twelve year old started breathing again and consciously checked to see if her heart was beating. On the other side of the fence Anya Sorenson handed the phone to her collapsed husband. Erik listened intently as the project manager at the plant explained the problem they were having. The big brass had flown in from Stockholm and was expecting a demonstration of the proto-type robot tomorrow morning. The technicians in an abundance of caution had gone to the plant to put the electro-hydraulic assembly through one last dry run; but there was a glitch in the software. The programmer lying in a post orgasmic haze on his pool deck cursed under his breath while looking up at the delicately spread pink wings of his wife's very ready pussy. He knew he had to go and the disappointment spoiled his glow. He should have been grateful that the call hadn't come a minute earlier. He disconnected and gave his sexually charged wife a wan smile. Magdalena could not understand what the, couple was saying but it did not sound like a pleasant exchange. She crept away, back toward her house feeling the pressure in her pelvis again and the dampness in the crotch of her flannel shorts. Back up on the lounge she picked up her book and opened it but the page was blurry so she lay there trying to decide what to do next. When she closed her eyes the image of her neighbor swallowing the stiff organ shimmered in her mind. The detailed erotic picture made her pussy twitch and ache. She was thinking about going up to her room to take the situation in hand but realized how good the hot sun felt and changed her mind. 'There's nobody here' she rationalized, slipping her hand under the elastic waistband and running her fingers over the freshly mown smoothness of her bald pubes. Intrepid fingers separated the soft folds and dipped down to collect the flowing moisture and spread it upward over the firm little nub at the top. She shuddered at the intense pleasure and flicked her projecting button back and forth sending waves of coursing through her entire body. Anya Sorenson ran her finger ever so gently along her own dripping crease with her eye glued to the same peep hole Meg had been using only minutes ago. She could see the activity of the preteen's hand under the terry towel shorts and wished the pubescent 'peeping-tom' would get rid of the obscuring cloth. The Scandinavian beauty was well aware of the viewing stations along the fence and had used them on many occasions herself. She would have been hard pressed to decide which she enjoyed more; strutting her stuff, knowing that the neighbor boy was watching and jerking off, or watching him and his pubescent friends frolicking in the pool. The lean hairless teenaged bodies wrestling and jumping in the revealing wet swim trunks in variably made her pussy twitch and her nipples tingle. She was aware that the father also got his jollies watching her sunbathe in the nude so she put on a show for him but it didn't do much for her. All she did was her regular routine 'North Americans are so hung-up when it comes to nudity' she thought. This was the first time she'd actually spied on the girl; tit for tat, so to speak. 'It's been a long time since I enjoyed a hot succulent pussy' she thought as her hand cupped the firm 'B' sized mound and felt the hard tip bore into her palm. Meg was finding the shorts quite restrictive on her jilling technique so she stripped them off. Putting her feet flat on the lounge she spread wide so she could really manipulate her steaming little cookie. The sight of the bright pink crease so open and inviting forced a squeal from her spying neighbor. The sound carried like a fire alarm in the stillness of the Sunday morning tranquility. Magdalena's eyes automatically went toward the sound. Both of them felt the same gut twisting feeling of panic at that moment. The girl couldn't actually see anyone through the fence but she knew someone was there watching her nevertheless. Maybe it was a shadow or intuition but the preteen was certain she was putting on a show. The nervous panic was quickly replaced by the exhibitionist thrill that she'd become addicted to. With her eyes still on the fence she used both hands to pull her labia apart giving her audience a spectacular unobstructed view. Once again Anya failed to completely stifle the sound that emerged. She plunged two fingers deep into her aching pussy and squatted down on them to achieve maximum depth. Her eyes fluttered closed and she cursed Erik and ABB as she wished it was her husbands cock and not her fingers exploring her flooded interior. She was pumping in and out at an increasing pace oblivious to the noises she was making. When she opened her eyes again the preteen was standing less than three feet away; smiling. The curly blonde hair surrounding the sweet pretty face brought back memories of her boarding school days twenty years ago. All the girls she'd experimented with cascaded before her eyes and merged into Magdalena St. Croix. "If you let me come over for a swim I'll give you a much better look" the imp announced through the wood that separated them. She was thinking ' ... a better lick' and recalling the magic Coach Johnson's tongue had worked a few days ago, and how much better it was than her own hand. Missus Sorenson froze in fear now that the pussy was completely out of the bag. Peeping was one thing but physical contact was against the law. It was an awesome escalation. "I'd love to get a better lick ... uh, look at you too" Meg continued with the deliberate Freudian slip. Anya felt a surge in her core as her vaginal muscles clenched on her embedded fingers. The juxtaposition of the words overruled her adult self-control and obliterated her common sense. The thought of the girl's tongue stimulating her to the orgasm, which was already on its way, was impossible to resist. "Ya ... come" the aroused woman struggled to find any words in English. Meg briefly thought about putting her shorts back on but decided to risk the two seconds of exposure in the front yard. As she exited her own pool enclosure and opened the gate to the Sorenson's she got a little extra thrill from the fact that she was bottomless and in the front yard where the neighbors across the street could see her if they happened to be looking. Once inside the twelve year old froze in the immediate presence of the Nordic Goddess. Her tall slender figure was so beautifully proportioned. The way the sun was streaming through her blonde hair with its red highlights made it look as though she had a halo. Meg stood just inside the gate drinking in the vision. "Come here little one" the Goddess said quietly in her accented English. The preteen found that she was suddenly quite nervous as she approached the spectacular thirty-two year old Swede. Anya watched her neighbor move toward her on shaky coltish legs. She certainly was adorable dressed only in the white tank top, her blonde curls slightly damp with sweat from her self pleasuring efforts. When Meg arrived Anya grasped the bottom of her shirt and hoisted it over the girl's head as if she had every right to strip her visitor. Magdalena compliantly raised her arms to facilitate the removal. The Swede tossed the cotton blend top on a near by chair and applied her hands to the pert developing mounds she had revealed. "Such pretty little boobies..." the older woman remarked as she raked her thumb nails over the puffy nipples, making them stiffen and project like little pegs. Meg felt her knees go weak. Her head was swimming and a pulse of pure joy shot through her recently abandoned clit. Aunt Tammy and Coach Johnson hadn't really spent any time on her tits and they were sooo sensitive. For the preteen the woman's fingers tickling her nipples was as good as a direct clitoral massage. She felt her juices, which had cooled in the absence of stimulation, return to the boiling point instantly. When her host stooped to take one of the rubbery pegs in her mouth, a pleasure wave, that she would later consider to be a mini orgasm, nearly caused her to collapse. Anya felt the girl's knees buckle and gripped her under the armpits with both hands to support her. Rotating their coupling just slightly she was able to deposit the swooning girl on one of the deck chairs. The older woman followed her partner down without loosing suction on the pubescent tit. When her host switched sides Meg felt another pleasure pulse rock her but it was a little smaller than the first. The Goddess had lowered herself to her knees in front of the aroused twelve year old. Anya released the saliva coated boob and covered the girl's mouth with hers. Sucking the adolescent lips into her mouth and poking her tongue between the seated girl's teeth. Magdalena was surprised at how erotic the soft lips and tongue felt on her mouth. She hadn't really thought of her mouth as an erogenous zone up until that moment. Her little tongue responded instinctively, swirling around the invader. Encouraged by the preteen's participation, the kneeling woman probed and explored deeper enjoying the sweetness of the youngster's lips while continuing to work the stiff points on her chest with her hands. Meg felt the pressure in her pelvis building and the pulsations from her pussy turning to an ache so she applied both hands between her legs seeking relief. Anya felt the preteen's arms shift and recognized what was happening. The kneeling woman pulled back leaving her closed eyed companion licking the air. Slipping her arms under the girl's knees, she lifted the slim adolescent thighs onto her shoulders. Meg was using both hands to massage her aching pubes when she felt herself being tipped backwards in the chair. Opening her eyes she saw her neighbor smiling up from between her legs, inches from her throbbing girlhood. "Hold it open for me" the Swede encouraged. Compliantly the girl pulled out and slightly up on her engorged labia. Missus Sorenson's eyes roved over the fluorescent pink interior glistening with pearly clear juices. She couldn't help but notice the occlusion of the pubescent vagina by the intact hymen. Traveling down the artificially spread gash her eyes feasted on the brown puckered ring below, and then made their way back up to the protruding whitish grain of rice that was forced from under its protective hood by the upward pressure of the girl's hands. For a second Meg was sure she was going to faint when the older woman's tongue made contact with her anus. The ecstatic spike overwhelmed her senses and for several seconds she saw blackness and stars on the inside of her closed eyelids. At that moment the talented tongue exploring her bum was the only thing in the universe. Anya licked and probed enjoying the sensations of the firm resisting sphincter. Spreading the nectar that had drained down between the pubescent butt cheeks she slowing began to work her way up, exploring the slippery flesh held taught by the preteen's hands. Eventually she flicked the tiny peg at the very top. Flicking it with a hard tongue then lapping with a relaxed one she felt the girl's hips begin to heave. The adolescent thighs wrapped around her neck and pulled her face tight up against the spasming cunt as the preteen shuddered and shook with the explosive climax. For Anya the shrill wail from the twelve year old was muffled by the flesh of the young girl's thighs pressing on her ears, but she had to wonder what the neighbors might be thinking as the ecstatic sound split the dead calm of the Sunday morning. The Nordic woman remained motionless clamped by the slender thighs while the preteen's shuddering subsided. When she felt the girl's legs begin to relax she separated herself and sat on the hard stone of the pool deck, which was a relief for her tortured knees. Magdalena looked dazed but had a glowing smile from ear to ear. Gradually, as she was able to focus her eyes again, she realized that her host was attending to her own needs. The older woman had abandoned the hard pool deck for the comfort of the chaise lounge which was facing Meg's deck chair. The Swede's left hand was busily squeezing and pinching her right breast while the fingers of her right hand were pressing tight circles atop her fleshy pink mons. The jilling woman's eyes were on her guest but glazed and unfocused. Meg wobbled over to the lounge and sat on the end. Her host spread her legs wider to accommodate the naked twelve year old. Through hooded eyes the older woman watched the expression on the preteen's pretty face changing from dazed curiosity too outright lust. Anya's left hand abandoned her breast and she used both hands to spread her weeping vulva. Meg allowed herself to sink sideways until her head was on the surprisingly sun bronzed thigh inches from the Scandinavian's carnal display. She inhaled the delicate musk, only slightly degraded by the faint odor of chlorine which had embedded itself in the platinum tuft above the pink oozing gash. The Nordic Goddess could feel the preteen's accelerated breath on her sensitive swollen tissues. "Lick it" she commanded when her neighbor seem to be taking too long. Magdalena was comparing the woman's beautifully displayed interior with the only other two pussies she'd seen up this close. 'Her lips are much smaller than Aunt Tammy's' she observed 'but I think they're bigger than Coach's ... but her clit... ' The girl's eyes feasted on the pearly red gumdrop at the top of the fluorescent cavern. The girl cock was standing straight out as big as the tip of her little finger; the protective hood fully retracted by the prone woman's separating fingers. Leaning forward she ran her tongue over the firm knob, flicking upward from the crease at the bottom. Her host emitted a long wailing sound punctuated by a deep grunt. The older woman's hands left her pubes to massage the plump round mounds on her chest. Meg felt the velvety texture of the inner labia close on her tongue as the forcibly separated folds returned to their natural position. She tested and rolled the firmness of the large pleasure center and felt the woman's right thigh begin to twitch under her cheek. The impulse to reach under the heaving woman and search out the puckered ring a couple of inches below her chin came as a surprise to both of them. Her tiny finger located the tight sphincter and penetrated it easily aided by the abundant flow of vaginal secretions and her own spit. The inexperienced little cunt lapper was thrilled by the hot tightness she found and inserted a second finger, pushing them both inside the Swede's ass as far as she could. The older woman's hips began thrusting causing the embedded little adolescent fingers to pump in and out. Meanwhile Meg shook her head back and forth until she had worked her mouth through labial barriers so she could wrap her lips around the rubbery knob she had been licking. She sucked on the distended clit while continuing to prod it with her tongue which made the Nordic Goddess' hips give an almighty heave. Anya felt a massive heat wave envelope her as the fingers wiggling in her butt hole combined with the highly effective clitoral stimulation to send her over the edge. She screamed out her delight without a thought for what the neighbors might think and then collapsed back onto the chair pad spent and content. Her world was a warm flowing kaleidoscope of color and patterns. In the euphoric serenity, interrupted by the occasional muscle twitch, she barely felt the girl leave her. The splashing, water lapping noise seemed an appropriate sound track to the psychedelic images playing in her endorphin saturated brain. Time had no meaning, so Missus Sorenson had no idea how many minutes passed before she opened her eyes to see the naked twelve year old gliding up and down her pool at incredible speed. Meg realized it had been years since she'd had an opportunity to swim in the nude. 'I bet I could shave a tenth or more off my best times if I didn't have to wear a swimsuit' she concluded. The though of swimming naked in front of a hundred people or more made her pussy twitch. Across town Kirsten Johnson hit send on the e-mail to her friend at Stanford. The package contained all the information Lea had asked for when she returned Coach Johnson's phone call; Magdalena's event times and personal best achievements as well as some video footage of the recent meet. She sat back and wondered if the girl's family was prepared to make the commitment necessary to the next level. 'Maybe I'm wrong ... maybe she's not as spectacular as I think she is ... Lea will know right away' the swim team coach pondered as the realization of what she was doing began to really sink in. Meg spent most of the afternoon enjoying the Sorenson's pool. The Nordic Goddess lay on the lounge working on her tan occasionally watching the preteen going through her paces. 'I've never seen anyone move like that in the water before' Anya thought. Competition depleted muscles eventually made the youngster haul herself out. She was lying on the pool deck enjoying the heat of the sun on her naked body when she heard his voice. Mister Sorenson came through the patio doors and said "Oh I didn't know we had a visitor." Meg squealed and grabbed for her towel. When she had covered up she looked at the smirk on the muscular Swede's face and blushed. She thought she noticed a twitch in the front of his shorts and found herself envisioning his long stiff member standing out the way she had observed it through the fence a few hours ago. The preteen was willing to put on a show for her lover's handsome husband, but on her own terms and in her own time. The insistent tugging between her legs told her it was time to go. "I should be getting home now" she announced synching the towel tighter around her 'barely there' breasts. "You can come here anytime" Anya called to her as she went out the gate, wondering if the youngster would get the double entendre. "Thanks" Meg returned over her shoulder as she closed the gate behind her. Back inside her own house she made for the shower to wash off the chlorine and maybe fantasize about what she might do with mister Sorenson's big pink cock. At swim practice on Monday Meg was distracted. Both her parents had arrived before they had even started their cool down stretches. It was unusual enough for her father to come to practice but the fact that her mom and dad were locked in what looked like a very serious discussion with the coach made it impossible for the swimming phenom to concentrate. Coach Johnson was so involved in what she was doing that she had turned over the running of the practice to Amanda, one of the senior girls. When Mandy blew the whistle signaling the end of the session Meg bolted quickly to the locker room and changed in record time. She had to know what was going on. She was stuffing her wet suit and towel in her bag when Mandy came by and casually said; "you're supposed to go to coach's office as soon as you're dressed." With her heart fluttering and her stomach in a knot she stressed over what this was about all the way down the hall. Her tap on the office door was answered and when she opened the door her heart sunk even further. The coach was seated behind her desk; her mother was sitting in the lone guest chair with her father standing behind. Mom was holding a tissue and had clearly been crying her father's face was contorted with stress. 'What the hell?' the nervous girl wondered as she closed the door behind her. At least Coach Johnson was smiling. "Magdalena you are a great swimmer ... I think you know that" Kirsten began. Meg waited anxiously for the other shoe to drop. "In fact you're too good for this program" the girl's stomach twisted again ' ... was she being kicked off the team?' "I contacted an ex-coach of mine and I've sent her your resume ... so to speak. She was very impressed and wants to offer you a place with a swim team that is more at your level." The preteen was struggling to understand what this meant. She looked to her parents hoping to find a clue. Her father offered his explanation. "Kirsten, uh, Coach Johnson's friend is the women's swim team coach at Stanford University. They are the number one women's swimming program in the country." Meg looked at her mother who was smiling through her tears. "There is a high school near them that has a great program and produces two or three scholarship swimmers every year" mister St. Croix continued. It was beginning to sink in. "Where is the high school?" the swimming prodigy asked. "California" her mother bleated and began to sob again. Meg felt her brain go into overload so many thoughts tried to take hold all at once that she couldn't focus. 'California is a long ways away ... we can't move there ... mom and dad have jobs and the house ... what about my friends... ' the torrent of questions and problems spun like a tornado. Between her mother's weeping and her own confusion Meg felt tears welling up in her own eyes. "It's very near where Aunt Tammy and Uncle Rick live. We'll have to check but I think you could stay with them" her father clarified. "We don't have to make a decision here and now" Kirsten interrupted "but I do want you to get the kind of coaching you need ... soon." Magdalena's tear filled eyes roved from one adult to the other. She could not quite grasp the meaning of it all but the fact that they were all now smiling was a relief. Her mother rose and wrapped her arms around the blonde curly haired star and whispered "We're so proud of you sweetheart" her father joined in a family hug. The opportunity of a lifetime had just presented itself out of the blue and the only thought that took root in the confused adolescent brain was 'I'm going to live with Aunt Tammy.' That's all for Magdalena for the time being. I do have a habit of recycling characters so Meg, Tammy, Kristen or Anya may show up in some other story. I don't know if they'll be headliners but we'll just see where my imagination takes me. |